 Back to the streets with you, English. Not till I see Frank Cruller. He's not here. Then let's look around. Get back now, you stupid cow. What is going on here? Somebody was coming through the lighted doorway toward us. The one man I wanted to see more than anyone else. I'd last seen him under the minaret as he slapped a luger in my face. Who is this man? He is no one. I tell him to go away. I will handle him, Giroux.